Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
The Human League,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.